IT HAD BEEN A LONG month of recovery for Benji. His unknown assailant’s bullet had caused quite a bit of damage. Fortunately, Mack had been trained in battlefield triage, and his quick actions improved Benji’s chances a great deal by the time the ambulance crew had arrived.
He’d been taken to the nearest emergency room, then whisked into surgery. The ambulance team lost Benji’s pulse once in transit but brought him back, and he coded twice more during surgery, but he’d pulled through.
His first week in the intensive care unit had been pretty much a blur. On Tuesday of the following week, he’d come to consciousness and realized someone was holding his hand. He looked down at it, then slowly lifted his eyes to see Beverly’s face, eyes brimming with happy tears, as she gazed back at him.
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